You never fail to so accurately express everything us mommy’s feel but don’t know how to tell. And in so few words.
When people tell me, “Don’t worry, it gets better down the road.” I always think, and just how the hell does that help right now?!

Oh, and about personal hygeine ranking on the to-do list, my hubs sometimes straight bullies me into taking a shower until I stomp off angrily to get one, thinking he should shut up and just let me be because there is no way he possibly realizes how tired I am. But the moment that hot water hits I always forgive him for pointing out my stinky hair. So… go take a shower. Please.

When my youngest was a baby (and even now sometimes, even though she’s 2 1/2), I admit that I would “hold it” until my husband got home, then announce I had to go to the bathroom, sneak a book in the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the fan (universal symbol for #2), and enjoy having such a wonderful excuse to sit quietly for 15 (20? 30!?) minutes. Don’t bother mommy, she’s gotta poop. No guilt at neglecting my duties, cause everybody’s gotta poop. Can’t fix dinner, nurse the baby, change a diaper, clean anything, kiss a boo boo, referee a kid fight, because I’ve GOT TO POOP. So if you have the opportunity to poop with the door closed and without a little one sitting by your feet, enjoy it. And don’t feel bad if you need to pretend you’re constipated.

I have done the exact same thing! You’re a woman after my own heart. But I never get away with 20 minutes… It’s 10 tops before someone’s pounding on the door.
My husband, however can poop for an hour… I swear he takes a nap in there.

Ah yes…..I remember those early days well. They don’t tell you about the sheer exhaustion or 3/4 of the world wouldn’t reproduce!! And somehow, two isn’t twice the work–it’s expands exponentially. It does get easier, tho. The years fly by and eventually they are both in school and you can shower and eat without someone on you or needing something every minute. Yes……..sleep while you can. Stories will keep.